Page 27 of Claimed By Fur and Fangs

"I tried," I sighed, sinking onto the couch beside her.

"Nightmare still messing with you?"

"That… and everything else." I pulled my knees up, wrapping my arms around them. "I thought coming out here might help clear my mind, but it’s worse."

"You’re still thinking about him," Sienna studied me, tilting her head.

"Both of them," I swallowed hard.

Her brows lifted slightly, unsurprised, as I wrestled with the fear, uncertainty, and insanity of it all, unable to shake thoughts of Aidan’s smoldering intensity and Finn’s steady conviction.

"God, I think I might be falling for both of them," I covered my face with my hands.

"Both?" Sienna blinked.

"Yeah," I groaned.

She set her laptop aside and turned to face me fully. "Okay. Let’s unpack that. You’re saying that even after Finn basically told you Aidan is a literal monster, you still have feelings for him?"

I hesitated. "I don’t know what to believe. I mean, I saw what happened with my own eyes, but" I sighed. "Aidan doesn’t feel like a monster."

"Amelia, he healed from a stab wound in seconds. If that’s not a monster, I don’t know what is," Sienna gave me a pointed look.

"Then why does it hurt to push him away?" I hugged my knees tighter.

"And Finn?" Sienna exhaled, rubbing her temples.

"He’s…" I hesitated, searching for the right words. "He’s always been there. He looks at me like I’m the only thing that matters. But…"

"But he doesn’t set your soul on fire like Aidan does," Sienna finished, raising an eyebrow.

I bit my lip, unwilling to admit she was right—Finn was steady and grounding, but Aidan was a storm, wild and irresistible.

"So, you’re basically in love with two men. One who is good for you, and one who might literally suck your blood in your sleep," Sienna sighed.

"That’s not funny," I shot her a glare.

"A little funny," she smirked.

"What the hell do I do, Sienna?" I buried my face in my hands again.

She was quiet for a moment, then shrugged.

"You figure out what you really want. And fast. Because something tells me this love triangle? It’s only going to get messier."

"I want both of them in my life," I whispered, almost afraid of my own words.

Sienna’s eyebrows shot up. She studied me for a long moment, then shrugged.

"So… have them both."

"What?" I blinked; certain I had misheard her.

She leaned back against the couch, crossing her arms.

"I’m serious. Polyamory is a thing, you know. Some people don’t just pick one person. They love more than one, and they make it work."

"You’re joking," I let out a humorless laugh.

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